Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 15:46:25 +0100
From: Anthony Thomas
Subject: Big Sarge [gay] 5
BigSarge by Ant-Boy Chapter Five [Formatted A4, Times New Roman, 12]
Warning: This is a homoerotic tale written for fun to be read for fun. If
you don't like it; Blah! Blah! Blah!
However - if you do enjoy please let author know Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk
Chapter Five
I discovered two bottles of cold water standing under what looked at first
appearance to be a frame for climbing plants but as I sat and looked closer
it was obviously far to strong being made of six by six, not to mention the
rings bolted through at different places and the fact I was sitting on a
solid concrete concave slab with a drain hole in the centre. Were it not
for the small section of carpet tile I sat on my backside would have been
burning from the reflected heat. He'd not told me I couldn't look around
and I observed a large probably secluded tree and grass-dominated garden
leading from the fair sized half roofed patio. I could only hazard a guess
as to the house but estimated it as probably three bedroom and all that
went with that, after all he had a large double garage I'd been in and what
looked like another single garage that built on the other side that for
some reason had its door facing the garden.
It surprised me to discover I'd drunk large bottles of water and my tears
had quite finished falling when I became aware of a pair of lightly haired
very dark legs clad just in flip flops appear before me. I went to look up
and had just caught sight of those cotton shorts with their massive bulge
when another almighty slap to my head knocked me to the ground. 'Never
raise your head to me unless I make you,' he said, 'when I do you may wish
I hadn't' Then his massive hand reached down under my chin to turn my face
upwards, 'No tears this time I see!' Did he see everything? 'Stand up and
keep your head down.'
I stood. 'Bladder filling boy?'
'Yes Sir.' It wasn't that uncomfortable but there was a pressure there.
'Close your eyes boy,' he put a blindfold over them anyway and then was
fastening what I recognised as padded straps round my wrists and ankles,
also a solid metal ring round my balls to which he attached a light weight.
'That weight stays on all weekend boy. I'll add or remove others as I see
fit.' My body was trembling when he held my now almost flaccid cock and
tried to do something with the piss slip. When had my cock gone down? When
he blindfolded me so I was unable to see what he would do?
'This wont do. Get down flat on your back and stop shaking, I'm not going
to cut it off or anything.' I managed to lay down with his assistance and
for the first time in my life had someone slide a small plastic tube up my
piss slit and then strap both my cock and the tube to my stomach so they
wouldn't come apart. 'Now get up and come over here.' It wasn't easy but
with his arms to guide me I sort of shuffled in the direction he wanted and
found my body being bent face down at the waist over some apparatus that
allowed him to fasten off my wrist and ankles and left my arse, so I
thought, stuck in the air at just the right angle for fucking or worse.
Those parts of my body not restricted by the straps he was now fastening
round me were trembling, part in anticipation but also in some fear. What
had I got myself into?
'I'm not really into punishing you boy,' he started, 'I just get off on
hurting you and that's what will happen this weekend. I'm not into
twenty-four seven relationships or anything and whether you come back or
not is quite up to you. However, this weekend you will get hurt and
probably auctioned off and I will enjoy every moment. Your enjoyment is of
no concern to me.'
Just as I was about to raise some objections he forced a rubber ball gag in
my mouth and fastened it off behind my head, which by now was about the
only part of my body I could move. 'Breathe through your nose,' I'd not
realised there was an air hole through the gag till he plugged it, I
discovered soon, with the tube stuck up my prick. 'Hope you ready boy,' as
a belt landed across me backside. 'Cant damage that, may want to sell it
tomorrow,' and the belt was landing across my back instead. Not regularly
or always with the same force, but it just kept on coming.
I'd had my backside belted before but never really my back and certainly
never like this and with the ball gag I was also unable to yell or scream.
Have you ever been flogged when quite unable to move any part of your body
apart from your head, and also unable to squeeze more than a whimper past
your gags when all you wanted to do was scream and swear and jerk about and
escape. I would have done anything just then to make him stop, not almost
anything, but absolutely anything. My eyes weren't just crying, they were
the Niagara Falls, I was in agony.
Worse was to come. Through the gag came a liquid I recognised with horror
as piss. I knew. I was pissing in my own mouth. No problem, I'd done it
before. The problem was I had no awareness of releasing my bladder. That
tube he'd stuck up my piss slit had taken away all feeling apart from some
bloating and I had no control over what my bladder would do.
Strangely enough the first feeling when he stopped beating me was more one
of loss rather than relief, but was only until the pain really set in. I
never struggled at all when he untied me, removed the blindfold and stood
me under the wood frame, raising my arms above my head and attaching them
to a couple of chains, then knocking my legs apart doing much the same to
them. His face only a foot or so from mine his fingers found my nipples.
'Have you been drinking boy?' I nodded. 'Seem to have run out,' he
continued and fumbled about down below, 'Be some more soon.'
'Did I hurt you?' I nodded again.
'Did you enjoy it?' as he pinched and twisted my nipples?' I shook my
head.
'Too bad. Do you want some more?' I nodded.
I nodded!!! Tears were still streaming down my cheeks and when he left of
torturing my nipples and slid his hands over my back my body almost passed
out with shock. Yet I agreed to more.
'Just have this little drink first then boy.' His face screwed up slightly
as if he were concentrating hard and after a moment a fresh stream of fresh
piss swamped my mouth. Somehow he'd connected his own cock to the tube and
had enough pressure on board to force a stream up the tube to my mouth.
His fingers returned to my nipples, 'Drink deep boy.' What choice did I
have?
I heard a phone ringing in the distance and with,' Hang around will you,'
and a light slap he moved back to the house. Again a remark I had little
choice but to obey strung up as I was. He returned carrying a spray can to
tell me, 'You can have a five minute rest. Couple of boys I know on their
way who will enjoy hurting you on my behalf. Just as much fun to watch as
to indulge. They'll want sex as well, more than once if I remember
correctly, but you wont mind that will you?
He shook the can and sprayed the freezing contents my burning back. For a
moment it felt even worse if that was possible, but then did seem to ease
the pain to a dull throb.
Back to look into my glaring eyes, 'Well you've not said no so obviously
you agree to the lads joining in.' He grinned while slapping my dick back
and forth a few times. 'I think I'll let them unplug your cock, that will
give them another part of your body to play with. Pity if we leave any
area out don't you think?' He roughly squeezed some cool cream or grease
round the lips and slightly inside my hole and then with a comment of,
'Push out,' thumped my stomach with one hand causing my body to try and
double over, while with the other rammed a butt plug straight in and up
inside me.
If I'd not been strung up I know I would have tried to hit him. That
wasn't pain. It was agony. I'd been split apart.
He attached some sort of belt that fitted tightly round my waist, then a
strap down my crack and up either side of my balls, finally being clipped
on the waist strap. That held the plug firmly in position not to mention
was squeezing the side of my balls. 'Just one more thing,' and he pulled
painfully on my balls, attaching a strap round them and leaving them
stretched out.
Standing up he looked back in my face, 'Now that wasn't so bad was it?'
Actually, now the initial stretching had eased the plug felt quite at home,
it was the straps keeping everything tight that were more uncomfortable but
even those I could bear for a while. His fingers returned to my nipples and
he grinned as I flinched, 'I asked you if it was too much to put up with?
I Take it the answer is no sir. That's good.'
Reaching behind me he took a couple of slaps at my backside, 'God I'd love
to have a go at that but I can get more for it if reasonably undamaged.
Don't worry, I'll have my go when I get you back.'